Chapter 1170

"What a devil?

I don't know. What will happen if I kill you? Can you be revived? "

Wang Yang tilted his head, looked like a pillar, directly inserted on the ground, leaving only the head of the real devil, chuckled and asked.

"Dare you

The great God of the real devil has not yet opened his mouth. The nine dead demons over there can't help but snatch one step. They have come to Wang Yang, with their hands open and fully protecting the real devil.

Wang Yang was not surprised by the reaction of the nine death demons. He tilted his head and looked at the impermanent little saint. He said with a smile, "Hey, over there, if we work together to kill this boy, what will happen?"

"You..."

Impermanent little saint has not yet opened his mouth, and the nine death demons are pale with fear.

This is really a big deal.

A Wang Yang, he may not care too much, but, coupled with a impermanent little saint, that is simply a disaster.

He looks at Wuchang Xiaosheng nervously with a hint of pleading.

"Little sage, don't listen to the nonsense of this clan. The impermanent sage is the same as the holy king of my family and the great sage of the demon family. You can't let people see the joke!"

"Hum, the king of your family is a big man of the demon clan. Where can I be so high up to?"

This

The nine dead devil was suddenly nervous.

Listen to impermanent little saint's words, in the tone, very unfriendly ah!

With the eyes of the nine dead demons, many demons of the holy king of ten thousand demons quickly gathered to surround the great gods of the real demons. Even if they fight for their own death, they should protect the real demons.

"Hello, brother over there, we are all human beings, although we are not of the same race, but maybe we were still the same ancestor 800 thousand years ago. How about, do you want to make a move?"

Wang Yang saw all the actions of the nine death demons. However, he was very indifferent.

In fact, if the impermanent little Saint nodded and the nine dead demons acted like this, it was really meaningless.

Everyone knows this fact, as does the nine dead devil.

But, know, how?

The nine death demons are bitter in their hearts.

However, no matter how bitter he is, he must protect the real devil. This is his mission. Even if his own life is gone, he must guarantee the life of the real devil.

This is the Dharma protector.

"Son of God!"

Jin Guangda demon looks at his son nervously.

Like the nine death demons, the golden light devil is also the Dharma protector of impermanent little saints. He will carry out the orders of impermanent little saints regardless of the reasons and feelings.

However, this does not mean that the golden devil does not have its own opinions.

He always remembers that the purpose of his party, this line of business, is for Wang Yang, for this clan, not for the real devil.

He has to remind the impermanent Saint before he gives orders.

After all, there is a king of ten thousand demons behind him.

Impermanence little Saint gently smile, look at Wang Yang, way: "I pour also very want."

With that, he looked at the real devil, and there was a cold light in his eyes.

"Well, since you want to, we will work together to kill this guy, OK?"

Wang Yang seems very interested.

Wuchang Xiaosheng laughs and says nothing. He just walks towards Wang Yang step by step.

"Son of God!"

The golden light devil is in a great hurry.

Holding out his hand, he even wanted to hold the impermanent little saint. However, he was helpless and unwilling to retract.

"Let's all keep up!"

With these words, the golden light devil beckoned to his subordinates, followed the impermanent little Saint step by step, firmly guarding, step by step, as if they were a whole.

Wang Yang, smiling at Wuchang Xiaosheng.

However, the nine death demons, together with a dozen people under his command, closely guarded the real devil. However, on his forehead, he was already sweating.

The whole scene, the atmosphere, has been extremely serious.

Wang Yang's side, impermanent little saint's side, true devil's side and three sides' forces have become the most strict corner. Wang Yang's side is the weakest.

However, Wang Yang's side is the most crucial.

A fuse.

Without Wang Yang, the real devil, the great God, and the impermanent little saint, they can advance and retreat together.

However, with Wang Yang, it represents a million points, huge interests, plus the demons have no faith, enough to make their mind turn, pain killer.

Wang Yang thinks so, so does the nine dead devil.

"Bang..."

Finally, impermanence little saint has already walked to nine death big devil one Zhang.A distance of ten meters is the most ideal distance for powerful men like them.

This distance, generally speaking, is a real dangerous distance. Any magic power can be easily sent out.

Generally speaking, this distance is already a safe distance for people who are not quite familiar with it.

As a matter of fact, before, the impermanent little saint and the real devil and the great God have been keeping this distance.

Impermanent little saint, is to stop at such a distance.

For a moment, the momentum of the three parties is all intertwined at this node. As long as any one person makes any move, then it will be earth shattering and volcanic eruption.

"Impermanent son, please think twice."

The real devil was in a coma all the time and couldn't wake up at all.

The nine mortals can only take charge of the overall situation in person.

"Kill!"

All of a sudden, Wuchang Xiaosheng suddenly drinks a drink and makes a decisive move.

However, the object of his hand is not the real devil at all. On the contrary, he is still shooting at Wang Yang.

If the distance between the impermanent saint and the real devil is still on the safety line, then the distance between Wang Yang and him is really within the safety line.

It's just a ten foot distance.

"Bang..."

The magic power of impermanent little saint, explodes very quickly.

It is such a close distance, even if it has been prepared, it is absolutely irresistible.

Impermanence little Saint even, has been provoking his mouth, showing a proud smile.

He believes that in such a close range, absolutely no one can react.

In fact, his powers actually hit the target.

Just, did Wang Yang really not react?

See, Wang Yang whole body, by a layer of gold big clock, directly buckle.

The attack of Wuchang Xiaosheng directly hits the golden bell.

The golden bell, which turns all the magic powers of impermanence and small saints, into a series of lines. After layer by layer of sound waves, it is integrated into Wang Yang's body.

"This..."

The supernatural power has hit the target, Wuchang Xiaosheng shows a happy smile.

However, set a good beginning, is out of their own end.

What's going on?

How can one's own magic power be transformed into lines and lines into his body?